To my right, Blade’s wearing jeans and a mesh top, looking absolutely camera-worthy as he prepares to pretend to have sultry for-the-screen sex with someone. If our visitors’ reaction is any indication, audiences will go wild over Blade. The fact that he’s unbothered by the attention makes him even more magnetic.
In the few seconds before the director calls action, I let my gaze travel to my wife, who is pure, unadulterated sex on a cross. Her expression doesn’t change when our eyes meet, but I see the message there anyway.
I adore you, it says. Andmine.
I beam it back to her, loud and clear and strong and forever. Whatever happens here today, we’re a unit. Together. Mine, hers. Ours.
“Action!”
I breathe deep and settle into this new, unexpected role, totally tired and wired but also content and more relaxed than I’ve been since this whole thing blew up.
How weird is it that, of all times,thisis when I’m suddenly happy?
But I guess that’s what happens when you’re surrounded by people you love—people who’ll watch out for you and care for you and step in to save you no matter what. My people.
This set right now is what it looks like when kinksters come together. Kind of. There’s no real sex happening, after all. No penises out, no cages on testicles or clamps on labia, needles or—oh, wait, there is someone actually puncturing skin with needles off to the side, but I doubt Enid will focus on it too long. I can already imagine audiences complaining about how fake it looks.
If only they knew.
There’s a chance none of this’ll ever see an audience, of course, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we convince these people this is a film set, not a private adult camp.
We’ve got one chance. One.
Better make it count.
I lift the flogger and strike.
* * *
Twyla
Zion’s magnificent, as always, but with the cameras rolling, that otherworldly light inside him comes alive and he’s positively riveting. Not just to me, but to everyone. To the people on-set and the people who will one day sit in a theatre or at home, and watch, breathlessly, as Matthew Kincaid, the lead character in the blockbusterEverwarsmovies, goes undercover in a BDSM camp, hidden somewhere in the southeastern United States.
Yeah, so we did it. All of us. Together.
It was a gamble. Ahugegamble that will only work thanks to Zion’s connections and influence—and his willingness to make a movie he’s been avoiding for years.
No, this isn’t the film Zion wanted to star in next and no, I never expected to get a sexpot role in a high budget action flick—or inanyfilm, for that matter. But here’s the thing: Gigi and Max are right. I am sexy. Iam. I’m a large woman, with big breasts and thighs and a wide ass, a wobbly belly, and arms that jiggle and I’m goddamnsexy.
And maybe it’s time the world understood that people who look like me are sexy and beautiful and worthy of attention, on-screen and off.
There.
In my hastily thrown together character, I twist enough to glare at Zion, who’s holding the flogger with the ease of lots and lots of practice.
Fans will notice that. Especially the ones in the know. They’ll see the way he flogs me and they’ll get it. They’ll know.
The falls flick out and catch my half-bare ass and, while I might have been irrationally annoyed by Zion’s vast previous experience a few days ago, I’m very appreciative of it right now. When he hits me, it looks good for the cameras, but it only hurts a little.
Unfortunately, it’s turning me on. A lot.
Which is fine. Good, even.
Wewantthe cameras—both the crews’ and the visitors’—to catch my reaction and, if all goes well, they’ll show it online and on TV and… Okay, so there are issues with our plan.
Camp will have to be cancelled this year. Or kept indoors, at the very least.
We can’t risk over the top fans trying to break our perimeter and finding out what’s really happening here. That still hasn’t changed.
